| Let the rain fall down, let it fall to the ground,
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| Let the rain fall down to the ground.
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| And the birds don"t sing, no they don"t make a sound,
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| When you"re six feet underground.
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| Well they cast me out when the word spread around
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| That I never sang in the church.
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| And it took one night for the town to decide
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| I"m afflicted by the curse.
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| And the rain falls down, let it fall to the ground.
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| And the birds don"t sing, no they don"t make a sound.
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| So I look to the sky, tell me why, tell me why,
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| Do they all get to live, and I have to die?
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| So they marched me down to the center of town,
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| With their pitchforks high in the air.
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| I was chained and bound with a blindfold around
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| So the judge wouldn"t catch my stare.
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| And they hung my soul from the gallows pole
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| But the witch they never found.
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| So to those who don"t fit society"s mold,
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| Learn to swim or you will drown.
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| And the rain falls down, let it fall to the ground.
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| And the birds don"t sing, no they don"t make a sound.
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| So I look to the sky, tell me why, tell me why,
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| Do they all get to live, and I have to die?
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| And the angels sing: let it shine, let it s hine,
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| Dry the teardrops from my eyes.
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| And the bells will ring when the blind lead the blind,
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| «Cause the dead can"t testify.
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| And because I can"t take an eye for an eye,
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| In the afterlife I"ll haunt you «till you die!
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| And the rain falls down, let it fall to the ground
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| (Let teardrops hit the ground!)
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| And the birds don"t sing, no they don"t make a sound
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| (When you"re six feet underground!)
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| So I look to the sky, tell me why, tell me why,
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| Do they all get to live, and I have to die?
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| And the angels sing: let it shine, let it shine,
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| Dry the teardrops from my eyes.
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| And the bells will ring when the blind lead the blind,
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| «Cause the dead can"t testify.
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| And because I can"t take an eye for an eye,
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| In the afterlife I"ll haunt you «till you die!
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| And the angels sing: let it shine, let it shine,
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| Dry the teardrops from my eyes.
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| And the bells will ring when the blind lead the blind,
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| «Cause the dead can"t testify.
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| And because I can"t take an eye for an eye,
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| In the afterlife I"ll haunt you «till you die! |